Wu Chen smiled faintly, ignored these people, and walked straight to the place where the lottery was drawn.
Just like the election of all nations, the drawing of lots for the competition for disciples of different sects uses a lot pool. You just need to put your hand into the pool and a lot will naturally be delivered to you.
Soon, Wu Chen got his lottery ticket, number 19 from group 6.
"Group six, haha, this is known as the death group. There are many masters in this group. Even a seventh-level Zhenwu Realm warrior may be eliminated in the first round."
"Who knows who is number 20 in group six?"
"I don't know. I haven't paid much attention to it. Go ask."
"Group 6, number 20, I know who it is, Hong Sang."
"Hong Sang, could it be that guy who has reached the eighth level of the True Martial Realm?"
"Yeah, that's the guy."
"Haha, I'm going to fail in the first round. This is a slap in the face. That's going to hurt."
"That can't be helped. Who made this guy so arrogant? He thinks he is the champion of the Universal Election and can disregard the rules and the elders of our Beichen Academy. As the saying goes, if you don't commit suicide, you won't die. That's exactly the truth."
Zhao Peng and Yang Kun's faces changed drastically. Group six was one of the most terrifying groups, known as the death group. In this group, there were many masters. Without the strength of the eighth level of the True Martial Realm, it would be difficult to advance. With Wu Chen's cultivation level, the possibility of being eliminated was very high.
Wu Chen shrugged, not caring at all. The so-called death panel was not a problem for him at all.
Wu Chen ignored these people and turned away. There was no need to bother with them.
"Is he in this group too?"
In the crowd, a young man looked at Wu Chen's departing back and clenched his fists secretly.
"Brother Lu, your chance for revenge has come."
The young man nodded and said, "I will definitely teach him a lesson this time."
One day passed quickly and it was the next day.
On this day, the entire Beichen Academy was almost in an uproar. The annual competition among disciples of each sect would be officially kicked off today.
Early in the morning, many people went to the competition venue after having their meals. This sect disciple competition was a grand event in Beichen Academy. The people who came here were not only from Beichen Academy, but also many who were not from Beichen Academy but were also invited. For example, princes from various empires, important ministers, and even emperors of some countries came here in person, and the scene was extremely lively.
"Prince Bao, you are here too."
"I came to Beichen Academy on the request of His Majesty the Emperor. I also brought a few princes and princesses with me to let them see the demeanor of the disciples of Beichen Academy and let them know what it means that there are always people better than you."
"Me too. I brought a few little brats with me too."
"Ha ha."
Beichen Academy is the holy land of immortality that everyone in their Beichen world yearns for. All forces are eager to send their best young people here. Even if their cultivation does not meet the requirements, it is very good to be able to come here in advance to take a look and see what it is like.
“A lot of people.”
Wu Chen also came to the venue. There were a lot of people here. According to his visual estimation, there were at least 100,000 people, among which contestants accounted for the majority. In Beichen Academy, beginners accounted for the vast majority. Although true disciples had a noble status, they were very few, only about one percent of ordinary disciples. Perhaps, it was precisely because of their small number that they had a noble status.
"Is this the Fighting God Tower?"
In the central position, there stands a tall tower. This is the Fighting God Tower. The Fighting God Tower is ten stories high and was built by Beichen Academy as a competition venue for disciples of the sect. Only those who have drawn lots can enter with the lot they drew.
"Wu Chen, here."
Suddenly, Wu Chen heard a voice calling him. Turning back, he saw it was Zhao Peng and Yang Kun, both of whom were greeting him.
Without saying anything, Wu Chen walked straight over there. With Yang Kun and the others were some other young people who had passed the Wan Guo election assessment. When they saw Wu Chen coming, they all stood up.
During the International Election, Wu Chen won the championship with his absolute strength, ahead of all of them. Now, they have been practicing for half a year, and their cultivation and strength have improved significantly. However, compared to Wu Chen, their progress is minimal. Now, Wu Chen has far surpassed them in both cultivation and strength, and is ahead in all aspects.
"Wu Chen, you have to try your best this time. Show your skills and let these people see that we in the secular world can also produce masters."
Yang Kun said in a deep voice that he had some grudges against other disciples. He always looked down on those who came from secular countries and always acted arrogantly.
Wu Chen smiled but said nothing. Now, the sect disciples' competition was about to begin. He just needed to win step by step. It was no big deal.
Their wait did not last too long. With the sound of a melodious bell, the annual competition among disciples of Beichen Academy officially began.
Taoist Tianxing, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked towards the platform, and everyone's eyes were on him.
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to Beichen Academy. On behalf of Beichen Academy, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the distinguished guests for coming."
There was a burst of applause in the venue. This Tianxing Zhenren was not an ordinary person, but the dean of Beichen Academy, a peerless powerhouse at the top level of the entire continent, and everyone respected him.
"Today is the annual disciple competition of Beichen Academy. The first round is a knockout round. Each contestant will have ten chances. The winner will get two points, and if there is a tie, each will get one point. Losers will get no points. The top 50 in the group will advance to participate in the second round of the ranking competition."
Wu Chen frowned slightly. This rule was similar to the Qianlong Ranking Competition of their Great Qi Kingdom. No, now it should be the Great Qi Dynasty. It was divided into ten groups. The top 50 teams in each group would advance to the top 500. After entering the top 500, the next step would be the ranking competition.
Looking at everyone, Tianxing Zhenren nodded and said, "Open the Fighting God Tower."
As soon as these words were spoken, the place suddenly became lively. They knew that the annual competition among disciples of different sects had officially begun.
"Come on, let's go in."
Wu Chen, Yang Kun and others walked over, and when they approached the Fighting God Tower, immediately, a bright light burst out from the Fighting God Tower, covering all of them.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Chen felt as if he was flying towards the sixth floor of the Fighting God Tower.